Frodo Baggin's was sitting quietly at Bag End. The weather outside was growing cooler and the days were getting shorter. It was the third week of autumn. The seasons are certainly changing outside, Frodo mused as he peered out the window. The hobbit wondered whether or not he should go outside and take advantage of this beautiful weather. It was certainly not a bad idea... and it was better than staying in alone. It had been a couple of weeks since Bilbo had left, leaving Frodo to become his own master and not to mention somewhat lonely. The thought of sitting in the garden suddenly sounded even more enjoyable. Smiling, Frodo rose placing the book he had been reading down onto a side table.
When he stepped outside, the wondrous sights and smells of nature in its last blooming assaulted him. It was so nice… no that wasn't quite the word for it… gorgeous. The weather outside was gorgeous. He found his smile once again and, pulling his jacket a little tighter around him, he made a decision to take a little stroll.
The birds were more subdued then during spring but many still filled the air with winter tunes. The sky was bright and blue and big as life. The trees were turning a golden red in colour and the crops were nearing the last harvest. Frodo's feet began to wander as he followed the old snicket behind Bag End. He felt like he was travelling in a dream world now, just feeling the air, taking in the beauty around him. The air was so cool and crisp… He took a deep breath and thrust his hands into his pockets.
Frodo walked on for a long while in peace and contentment as the stars began to shimmer, coming to life in the sphere above them. The hobbit's thoughts now began to drift to his dear uncle once again… He wished he could see Bilbo again. It was all nice being his own master, but sometimes Frodo did plainly miss being with Bilbo. He wished he had been able to go with the old hobbit… Frodo sighed silently. Or would he have? He loved the Shire so much… He couldn't imagine being anywhere else for long—a soft whistling song sounded behind the hobbit and Frodo turned to face the noise.
There, coming up the path lost in careless thought was Frodo's gardener, Sam. The dark-haired hobbit felt an eyebrow raise. Frodo hadn't expected to see Sam Gamgee out and about so close to supper time. Perhaps he had lost track of time just as Frodo had. Frodo waved and said hello, "Hullo, Sam. You seem to be out later than usual," he stated.
Samwise's head snapped up and his face brightened with a smile. "Hullo, Mr. Frodo! I thought it was such a nice evening I had to come out and enjoy it. It is a nice night," the hobbit said, glancing up at the sky.
Frodo chuckled. "Yes, it is a nice night." A thought came to him… "Hey, do you have plans tonight?"
Sam gave the other a curious look, but shook his head. "No sir. I had a mind to go home and sup though, soon."
The idea further solidified itself in Frodo's mind. "Perfect! I was just heading home as well, to get supper." He paused for a moment. "Would you like to eat with me?"
"Oh, well then… I'll follow you!"
The two hobbits swiftly made their way back to Bag End to make a quick hearty supper, enjoying each other's company and filling the old hobbit hole once more with two merry voices.